Why did Chu Qianli tamper with the blood-dripping recognition ritual?
"Where is Prince Jing?" Feng Yexuan asked.
Liujin quickly replied, "He is in the Emperor's sleeping quarters, discussing matters with the Emperor and the Princess."
Feng Yexuan wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and was about to leave.
Looking at his tall and upright back, it was hard to imagine that this man had just been spitting blood.
The current Prince Xuan looked imposing, his usual cool and aloof demeanor showing no signs of injury.
Liujin hurried after him, "Your Highness, do you also think the Princess did something? But why would she do that?"
"That's a question for Prince Jing, why he allowed her and Master to undergo the blood-dripping recognition ritual."
"But if the Princess tampered with it, it means she was resistant to the matter. Your Highness, if you go ask her... it will only add pressure to her."
Liujin's words made Feng Yexuan stop in his tracks.
It wasn't out of fear of adding pressure to Chu Qianli, but rather, he seemed to have thought of something.
But this matter could not be made public.
What if Huarong found out...
"Someone."
Feng Yexuan suddenly called out.
A guard quickly rushed over, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Prepare the Four Treasures of the Study for me. I wish to paint!"
"Yes!"
"Your Highness..." After the guard entered the study, Liujin approached Feng Yexuan, "Why... do you suddenly have artistic inclinations?"
Feng Yexuan did not answer the question, but instead asked, "How is Yuxing's condition?"
"His condition is stable, but he still hasn't woken up. The Princess previously said that in such a situation, he might become a vegetative state."
"Vegetative state?"
"That is... like plants and trees, having life but unable to speak, unable to move, lying in bed forever, without any awareness."
Feng Yexuan's brows furrowed even tighter.
What was the difference between that and being dead?
Liujin immediately saw through his question and quickly said, "At least, a vegetative state still has a chance to wake up."
Feng Yexuan nodded, "Continue to take good care of him."
He turned and walked towards the study.
Liujin wanted to follow, but he didn't know what he would ask if he caught up.
Was he not going to investigate the matter of the Princess and the Emperor's blood-dripping recognition ritual?
He now couldn't understand Chu Qianli's intentions, nor could he guess the Prince's thoughts.
Had his thinking ability declined?
...
Chu Qianli chatted with the Emperor and Prince Jing for over half an hour before being invited away by Eleven.
After Chu Qianli left, Chu Wang looked at Chu Jiangnan, his expression gradually dimming.
He had many things to say but didn't know how to say them. For a moment, only sighs remained, and an unspeakable闷 in his heart.
"Sighing so much is not like your style as Prince Jing." Chu Jiangnan waved his hand.
Xiao Shunzi refilled their tea and then retreated, guarding the door.
Chu Wang looked at Chu Jiangnan, moved his lips, but the words got stuck before he could speak them.
"If you have something to say, just say it." Chu Jiangnan picked up his cup and took a leisurely sip.
Chu Wang couldn't help it anymore, "Imperial Brother, if you are unhappy in your heart, just say it! Little Li'er has already left, and there's no one else here. You don't need to hold back."
Chu Jiangnan paused and glanced at him sideways, "Why would I be unhappy?"
"Imperial Brother!" Chu Wang was anxious, most afraid that his Imperial Brother would hold too much resentment in his heart and harm himself!
"Imperial Brother, if you feel unwell, just say it. Holding it in is bad for your health. Your illness hasn't recovered yet!"